In Yanlong Academy, there are many student rings for students to compete in martial arts.

The competition and competition have affected the ring for a long time, forming a bad atmosphere like nothing, just like a battlefield.

One of the rings.

Two figures took the stage from the north and south sides, surrounded by a large number of spectators, staring at the two of them.

It was Ember and White Scale who stepped onto the stage.

Ember carried a heavy sword, one palm wide and half a foot long. His fighting spirit was like a flame stirred up in a fire.

The white scales on the other side were not wearing weapons, his face was pale, his eyes were cold, and his heart was uneasy. In the past three days, he heard some rumors, and it was rumored that Ember had regained his strength and turned back into Emperor Xuan!

Bai Liang felt the embers' cultivation up close, and found that the other party's aura was completely hidden, and the cultivation was unfathomable.

"Has he ever changed back to Emperor Xuan?"

The white scales were worried, but his face was silent.

Both men stopped and stood still in the ring.

Ember closed his eyes, and that attitude seemed to disdain to look at the white scales squarely, as if one more look was torture.

Bai Yan squinted slightly, and said coldly: "Waste, I really didn't expect you to be able to turn over the salted fish, but waste is waste, and salted fish is salted fish......"

"Enough. Ember coldly interrupted the other party, "I'm not here to fight with you, I'm not interested in listening to your cynicism there." Doukou, that's what street shrews do, and my embers are here to compete. If you want to fight, hurry up, if you don't have that guts, then get out of here. ”

"You!" Bai Yan was furious and said fiercely, "It's okay, it's useless to talk too much, let's start fighting if you want to!"

The next moment, the momentum of the two of them exploded, and the Xuan Li rushed into the sky, kicking off the battle.

The embers' cultivation was revealed, and the acupuncture points around his body were excited, releasing powerful mystical power, like ten thousand horses galloping.

"He really turned back into the Xuan Emperor!" The white scaly pupils condensed, as if facing a great enemy, and the pressure increased suddenly. He struck first, showed his housekeeping skills, and pulled out a white belt, which turned out to be a soft sword.

Boom!

There was a metal crisp sound, and the white light bloomed, shining on the heavens and the earth, dazzling people's eyes.

This sword took the lead, and at the same time as the white light appeared, the sword qi turned into a ten-zhang giant python, and rushed towards the embers with a fierce momentum.

The strong wind blew in his face, blowing away Ember's hair, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were full of essence, and the heavy sword behind his back made a fierce move, lifting weights like light, fast and domineering.

The Barbarian King hits hard!

This martial arts is handed down from ancient times, created by a barbarian king, one move and one style, with a desolate atmosphere, simple and rough.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the heavy sword swept through the thousands of armies, smashed through the space, and set off a fierce wind, smashing the giant python with one blow. The heavy sword continued to move forward, locking on to the white scales.

Bai Scale's face changed slightly, frightened and frightened, feeling the horror of this move, and knowing the consequences of being hit. He hurriedly dodged, attacked in defense, and used the soft sword to show the soft and delicate martial arts, and the sword body was swirled up and down, turning into a white mang, entangled with the heavy sword.

The two of them attack and defend, one is rigid and one is soft.

"White scales, you jumping clown, you only dare to insult me in every way when I am down, and when I regain my strength, you don't even dare to take a trick from me. People like you are simply a shame for the Xuanwu, a typical bully of the weak and afraid of the hard. ”

Ember was disgusted and disgusted, and as he spoke, the offensive in his hands continued.

He suddenly changed his move and threw the heavy sword hard, and the heavy sword spun in the air, setting off a black storm. His own figure flashed, and the speed was so fast that it almost disappeared.

White Scale blocked the incoming heavy sword and defused it with skill, and with his strength, blocking this move was already the limit.

Brush!

Ember himself suddenly appeared from the side, his fists burst into flames, and he blasted out angrily at White Scale, slamming it into White Scale's chest, knocking it flying.

The white scales ignited on fire, turned into an arc in the air, and flew all the way to the edge of the ring.

If you fly out of the ring, it means that you will win or lose.

The embers were still angry, and they didn't let go of the white scales, turning into a light and shadow, rushing to the top of the white scales, their bodies spinning in a volley, and the soles of their feet kicked down on the head.

With a bang, the white scales fell from mid-air to the ring, and there was a close contact. Before he could come to his senses, the embers fell quickly, striking him with a violent storm.

Bump! Bump! Bump!

Punch and kick and vent your anger!

With each move, Ember's sea of knowledge flashed a fragment of the past, all of which were the sneering faces of White Scales.

There are always some sluts in the world, and they are so hateful that they make people gnash their teeth.

Ember sneered, venting his long-squeezing anger, and when he stopped, his heart was at peace.

Looking at the white scales again, they are no longer humanoid.

Three days ago, the embers rekindled, and three days later, the snow was shameful!

And these are all thanks to Fan Lang.

"The road of martial arts is full of ups and downs, and there are many obstacles. White Scale, you are my magic barrier, I have leveled you, and you will never be able to shake me in the future. ”

Ember lowered his head and looked at the half-dead white scales, his tone calm.

With that, he walked away.

White Scale lay on the ground, looking sideways at Ember's back, his vision blurred by blood, and the hatred in his heart was monstrous, but he couldn't say a word.

What else can he say when he is defeated?

Life has three ups and downs, and the embers have ridden the wind and waves, returned to the top, and are no longer waste.

......

Ember defeated White Scale, and there were many people around him who witnessed the battle, and the news spread far and wide, further proving that his illness was completely healed and there was no suspense.

With his talent and strength, he is enough to rank among the first class, and in the inferior class, he can be said to stand out from the crowd, and only Meng Feihong in the peerless double pride can compare with him.

Not long after this battle, the chief tutor of Class A intentionally or unintentionally approached Ember, saying that there was still a place in Class A and Ember was welcome to return at any time.

Ember was proud of this.

"I have received the tutor's wishes, but I will not leave the inferior class. My embers are people of conscience. Tutor Fan cured my illness and recreated my kindness, and I studied in which class he was. Other classes, even if they give me great benefits, I won't go!"

Ember was resolute, and the chief mentor was not reluctant.

......

Changing the embers is just the beginning.

In the following days, Fan Lang continued to be his chief tutor, teaching students according to their aptitude and changing students in inferior classes.

Under his special "tuning", many students shined and cultivated to a rapid progress, no worse than the students in the previous classes.

His class is equivalent to doing tasks, and he has a cycle of every ten lessons, the third stage, and the fourth stage, which is completed successively.

When the fourth stage was completed, it finally allowed him to go one step further and break through from the Xuanhuang level zero to the Xuanhuang level.

The system prompt sounded, and his body changed accordingly, and the number of acupuncture points on his body increased. This process is like thousands of trees and pear blossoms, and new holes bloom one by one.

Three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred, nine hundred, one thousand two!

Fan Lang opened 1,200 new acupuncture points, the number was extremely amazing, and his Xuan power had increased dramatically.

The students present witnessed the whole process of Fan Lang's breakthrough, and they were all stunned.

It's still Mentor Fan's power! Every once in a while, he made a breakthrough, and the number of acupuncture points increased was so much, far more than that of ordinary Xuanhuang.

"What to see, what to do, what to do!"

Fan Lang glared at the students and left calmly.

For him, this rate of progress is normal, and there is no fuss.

When he goes back from class this time, he has some things to do to make his acupuncture points increase further, and he can become more.

The more acupuncture points, the more mystical power, which has a direct impact on strength.